I don't hate you. I don't think I ever really did. It was just anger. And once I faced it head-on, once understood it, it dissipated. -Mia

But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

Needle and thread flesh and bone Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home. Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamonds Bright stars to light my confinement "Stitch.

Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.

And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.

But I also know that sometimes Adam needs to do things the dramatic way. He is fond of the Grand Gesture